Theren is happily sitting in his garden, admiring his plants.
Leo is reinstalling Festus's head.
Phoenix is outside practicing his sharpshooting.
Apollon is wandering the woods with a bloody spear.
Hearthstone is shopping in the town square.
A man in a grey and green pinstriped suit and fedora leans against the short fence, his grin wide, revealing black, mirror-like teeth. "Those are some fine plants! You got anything in mind for em'?"
He comes across what looks to be a shadow in blue pajamas with stars on them. They are very dramatic-looking, like some sort of anime wizard or something. The shadow is sitting on a log, apparently asleep.
Theren is happily sitting in his garden, admiring his plants.
Leo is reinstalling Festus's head.
Phoenix is outside practicing his sharpshooting.
Apollon is wandering the woods with a bloody spear.
Hearthstone is shopping in the town square.
A man in a grey and green pinstriped suit and fedora leans against the short fence, his grin wide, revealing black, mirror-like teeth. "Those are some fine plants! You got anything in mind for em'?"
He comes across what looks to be a shadow in blue pajamas with stars on them. They are very dramatic-looking, like some sort of anime wizard or something. The shadow is sitting on a log, apparently asleep.
"Nah. Just keepin a garden for my mental health." he says with a smile
He pokes the wizard with the butt of the spear
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man in a grey and green pinstriped suit and fedora leans against the short fence, his grin wide, revealing black, mirror-like teeth. "Those are some fine plants! You got anything in mind for em'?"
He comes across what looks to be a shadow in blue pajamas with stars on them. They are very dramatic-looking, like some sort of anime wizard or something. The shadow is sitting on a log, apparently asleep.
"Nah. Just keepin a garden for my mental health." he says with a smile
He pokes the wizard with the butt of the spear
"That's a great reason to keep a garden. I tried to keep one myself, but it turned out I'm better at cooking the plants than growing them. My nature is..." he waves a hand and giggles. "...unfortunately corruptive toward things like small plants and creatures."
He lifts his head, his nightcap dangling in front of where his face would be. "You're Apollon, right? I remember you. I was your first victory. Do you remember me?"
A man in a grey and green pinstriped suit and fedora leans against the short fence, his grin wide, revealing black, mirror-like teeth. "Those are some fine plants! You got anything in mind for em'?"
He comes across what looks to be a shadow in blue pajamas with stars on them. They are very dramatic-looking, like some sort of anime wizard or something. The shadow is sitting on a log, apparently asleep.
"Nah. Just keepin a garden for my mental health." he says with a smile
He pokes the wizard with the butt of the spear
"That's a great reason to keep a garden. I tried to keep one myself, but it turned out I'm better at cooking the plants than growing them. My nature is..." he waves a hand and giggles. "...unfortunately corruptive toward things like small plants and creatures."
He lifts his head, his nightcap dangling in front of where his face would be. "You're Apollon, right? I remember you. I was your first victory. Do you remember me?"
"Ah...well i wont have you tend to my garden then."
"No. I dont." he says, tilting his head.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That's a great reason to keep a garden. I tried to keep one myself, but it turned out I'm better at cooking the plants than growing them. My nature is..." he waves a hand and giggles. "...unfortunately corruptive toward things like small plants and creatures."
He lifts his head, his nightcap dangling in front of where his face would be. "You're Apollon, right? I remember you. I was your first victory. Do you remember me?"
"Ah...well i wont have you tend to my garden then."
"No. I dont." he says, tilting his head.
"I sure hope not!" He laughs. He holds out a completely average hand. "Sytosc, high critic of earth. Nice ta' meetcha!"
The shadow gets up. "Ah. Most think I'm just a dream or a figment of their imagination when they grow up. But I'm the Boogeyman. I'm the first little, insignificant thing each child beats. A preparation for the real world's problems, you know. You thrashed me good last time I met. You stumped me with a trivia question, I think, then snuck behind me and... well, I didn't see it, but it hurt."
"That's a great reason to keep a garden. I tried to keep one myself, but it turned out I'm better at cooking the plants than growing them. My nature is..." he waves a hand and giggles. "...unfortunately corruptive toward things like small plants and creatures."
He lifts his head, his nightcap dangling in front of where his face would be. "You're Apollon, right? I remember you. I was your first victory. Do you remember me?"
"Ah...well i wont have you tend to my garden then."
"No. I dont." he says, tilting his head.
"I sure hope not!" He laughs. He holds out a completely average hand. "Sytosc, high critic of earth. Nice ta' meetcha!"
The shadow gets up. "Ah. Most think I'm just a dream or a figment of their imagination when they grow up. But I'm the Boogeyman. I'm the first little, insignificant thing each child beats. A preparation for the real world's problems, you know. You thrashed me good last time I met. You stumped me with a trivia question, I think, then snuck behind me and... well, I didn't see it, but it hurt."
Theren shakes his hand. "Theren, Theren Dotsk."
Apollon smiles. "Ah yes, i remember now. It was with fathers old blade."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I sure hope not!" He laughs. He holds out a completely average hand. "Sytosc, high critic of earth. Nice ta' meetcha!"
The shadow gets up. "Ah. Most think I'm just a dream or a figment of their imagination when they grow up. But I'm the Boogeyman. I'm the first little, insignificant thing each child beats. A preparation for the real world's problems, you know. You thrashed me good last time I met. You stumped me with a trivia question, I think, then snuck behind me and... well, I didn't see it, but it hurt."
Theren shakes his hand. "Theren, Theren Dotsk."
Apollon smiles. "Ah yes, i remember now. It was with fathers old blade."
"Oh! I remember hearing legends of you! Happy to finally meet you in person! You're a little different than I expected."
"With a weapon like that, how could I not die?" He laughs, a sound like an undulating, howling wind. "You were always talented. I haven't checked up on you for a while. How's it going?"
"I sure hope not!" He laughs. He holds out a completely average hand. "Sytosc, high critic of earth. Nice ta' meetcha!"
The shadow gets up. "Ah. Most think I'm just a dream or a figment of their imagination when they grow up. But I'm the Boogeyman. I'm the first little, insignificant thing each child beats. A preparation for the real world's problems, you know. You thrashed me good last time I met. You stumped me with a trivia question, I think, then snuck behind me and... well, I didn't see it, but it hurt."
Theren shakes his hand. "Theren, Theren Dotsk."
Apollon smiles. "Ah yes, i remember now. It was with fathers old blade."
"Oh! I remember hearing legends of you! Happy to finally meet you in person! You're a little different than I expected."
"With a weapon like that, how could I not die?" He laughs, a sound like an undulating, howling wind. "You were always talented. I haven't checked up on you for a while. How's it going?"
"Different how? And legends? Whaddya mean?"
"Fine. I've been hunting gods and kings as of late."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Okay, I am feeling a bit better. Here are characters.*
Yuri is outside, regrowing a large part of the forest that has been chopped down and destroyed. She hums to herself as she does, fey magic seeming to turn physical and float around her in the form of squirrels.
Donn is outside, smoking. He is whittling a stick of yew wood into a wand while his golden pipe hangs out of his mouth.
Gigli and his assistant are copying records of patients into their filing cabinets for later assessment.
"Oh! I remember hearing legends of you! Happy to finally meet you in person! You're a little different than I expected."
"With a weapon like that, how could I not die?" He laughs, a sound like an undulating, howling wind. "You were always talented. I haven't checked up on you for a while. How's it going?"
"Different how? And legends? Whaddya mean?"
"Fine. I've been hunting gods and kings as of late."
"They're not big legends, but you've affected some people while out adventuring in the past. I imagined you as this intimidating ranger who killed gods or something like that. But those are just stories. I've been everywhere, and it's nice to meet someone else who's well-traveled, especially since you're casual enough to have a garden of all things."
"Ooh. Is there a particular reason?" He's shockingly calm, as though Apollon was talking about the weather.
*Okay, I am feeling a bit better. Here are characters.*
Yuri is outside, regrowing a large part of the forest that has been chopped down and destroyed. She hums to herself as she does, fey magic seeming to turn physical and float around her in the form of squirrels.
Donn is outside, smoking. He is whittling a stick of yew wood into a wand while his golden pipe hangs out of his mouth.
Gigli and his assistant are copying records of patients into their filing cabinets for later assessment.
Theren watches from nearby, hands in his pockets
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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*I had a turkey and cheddar sandwich and I want to crawl into a cocoon of soft blankets and watch Markiplier scary videos.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Eepy*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*-pat pat- If you have any energy do you wanna rp?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Mn, in a bit*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*kk, my characters are above :> *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Dew it*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Baalze do you wanna rp?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sure! I'll pick one or more of your characters from your previous post.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*kk*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man in a grey and green pinstriped suit and fedora leans against the short fence, his grin wide, revealing black, mirror-like teeth. "Those are some fine plants! You got anything in mind for em'?"
He comes across what looks to be a shadow in blue pajamas with stars on them. They are very dramatic-looking, like some sort of anime wizard or something. The shadow is sitting on a log, apparently asleep.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Nah. Just keepin a garden for my mental health." he says with a smile
He pokes the wizard with the butt of the spear
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That's a great reason to keep a garden. I tried to keep one myself, but it turned out I'm better at cooking the plants than growing them. My nature is..." he waves a hand and giggles. "...unfortunately corruptive toward things like small plants and creatures."
He lifts his head, his nightcap dangling in front of where his face would be. "You're Apollon, right? I remember you. I was your first victory. Do you remember me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Ah...well i wont have you tend to my garden then."
"No. I dont." he says, tilting his head.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I sure hope not!" He laughs. He holds out a completely average hand. "Sytosc, high critic of earth. Nice ta' meetcha!"
The shadow gets up. "Ah. Most think I'm just a dream or a figment of their imagination when they grow up. But I'm the Boogeyman. I'm the first little, insignificant thing each child beats. A preparation for the real world's problems, you know. You thrashed me good last time I met. You stumped me with a trivia question, I think, then snuck behind me and... well, I didn't see it, but it hurt."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Theren shakes his hand. "Theren, Theren Dotsk."
Apollon smiles. "Ah yes, i remember now. It was with fathers old blade."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Oh! I remember hearing legends of you! Happy to finally meet you in person! You're a little different than I expected."
"With a weapon like that, how could I not die?" He laughs, a sound like an undulating, howling wind. "You were always talented. I haven't checked up on you for a while. How's it going?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Different how? And legends? Whaddya mean?"
"Fine. I've been hunting gods and kings as of late."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Okay, I am feeling a bit better. Here are characters.*
Yuri is outside, regrowing a large part of the forest that has been chopped down and destroyed. She hums to herself as she does, fey magic seeming to turn physical and float around her in the form of squirrels.
Donn is outside, smoking. He is whittling a stick of yew wood into a wand while his golden pipe hangs out of his mouth.
Gigli and his assistant are copying records of patients into their filing cabinets for later assessment.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"They're not big legends, but you've affected some people while out adventuring in the past. I imagined you as this intimidating ranger who killed gods or something like that. But those are just stories. I've been everywhere, and it's nice to meet someone else who's well-traveled, especially since you're casual enough to have a garden of all things."
"Ooh. Is there a particular reason?" He's shockingly calm, as though Apollon was talking about the weather.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Theren watches from nearby, hands in his pockets
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.